The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 312

Charlotte rolled her body over on the bed and fell asleep with a stuffed bear in her arms.

Taking out her cell phone and walking over to the balcony, Summer called Jazz. He picked up the

phone in no time.

"I wonder if you have time tomorrow, Jazz?” She lowered her voice, speaking very softly, but enough

for the other end to hear clearly.

"Yeah, what’s up?"

"Don't you want to visit those places in Santabaca? I have time tomorrow."

Jazz was brisk all of a sudden on the phone. "Okay, I will pick you up tomorrow."

"All right.” She hung up and put the phone aside.

Now that Mark was back in Santabaca, if she and Charlotte continued to stay here, they might bump

into him one day, just like this afternoon. This was too dangerous.

In order to avoid this, it was better for her and Charlotte to leave as soon as possible.

After four years, Charlotte had become a part of her

life, and she had long been accustomed to Charlotte's company, without which she really did not know

what she would be like.

She could not afford to lose her.

Santabaca was a troubled place for her right now. She had to leave as soon as possible.

Before leaving, she still wanted to accompany Jazz to certain places. After all, they had not seen each

other for four years. Besides, he also gave her brother a job. Spending a day with him and treating him

to dinner was the proper thing to do. This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

Jazz stood at the window answering the phone, his charming face breaking into an unstoppable smile.

Even his voice was gentle.

Sitting on the settee, Mark frowned when he inadvertently saw Jazz’s facial expression from the corner

of his eyes.

After Jazz hung up, Yvette asked with a smile. "Who was that?"

"A colleague." Jazz was evasive as he slumped back o n the settee and took a sip of coffee.

"Which colleague? Look at your smiling face.” Yvette had not seen Jazz for four years, and she had

missed him dearly.

"It is just a normal colleague." Jazz knew how tense their relationship had been.

"Then would you accompany me to the wishing well tomorrow?"

"I have a very important appointment tomorrow. Mom, you should ask Mark to accompany you. Or you

can ask Maria. I will go upstairs now."

He flew up the stairs as soon as his voice trailed off, with a smile on his face all the time.

"Who was he calling that made him smile like a Cheshire cat? Was it his girlfriend? But does he have a

girlfriend?" Yvette asked.

A light flickered in Mark’s eyes as he gently swirled a cup of coffee in his well-proportioned hand.

He could see what was on Jazz's mind.

'Colleague my foot!' His lips curled upward. How could Jazz deceive him with such rhetoric?

As the back of that slender woman came to mind, the temperature of his face and eyes plummeted

suddenly, with a bone-chilling bitterness.